don't answer that
am i fat? don’t answer that unless the answer’s no in which case can't you see my legs jiggling with every step i take my footsteps like small quakes the blubber rippling beneath my shirt my smile nervous and fake on the blob that is my massive head with acorns in my cheeks like a chipmunk having a feast i have no contours i have no shape i always feel out of place they look at dirt to avoid my face and every day my mind is raped by the mirror person posing as if on tape and i want to fade away literally
so i ask again am i fat? wait don't answer that unless the answer's no in which case i don't believe you